[Intro: Jay Whiss]
Ugh, woo
Prime
[Hook: Jay Whiss]
On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race
Chasing paper you can see it in my face
I put all these gas b**hes in their place
Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace
I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day
I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate
I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe
I ain't tripping I got too much on the way
[Verse 1: Jay Whiss]
Man I've got a b**h for every mood I'm in
Cla** in session I'ma teach you how to do this sh**
When I was young all I would listen to was Ludacris
Flowing bows, you a hoe, keep it moving b**h
I was smart I was supposed to go to college
But all my teachers had me living in the office
Started skipping school and greened all the dollars
Now my shoes look like a stop sign at the bottom
Man somebody call Sandro and get me a deal
n***as don't vouch me, you tell me how does it feel?
Why these rappers diss themselves?
They be telling them tales
All these weirdos in my city all that sh** isn't real
We the only n***as that she hearing 'bout
It's actually playing n***a please just turn it down
I don't drink no Sprite unless it's purple now
And I might just pa** your b**h to Murda now
[Hook: Jay Whiss]
On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race
Chasing paper you can see it in my face
I put all these gas b**hes in their place
Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace
I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day
I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate
I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe
I ain't tripping I got too much on the way
[Verse 2: Donnie]
Got your b**h, gave her to Murda and she going down
Prime 176 we're the word around
I swear this sh** is not a circus, why are you a clown?
I take your b**h and make her strip
I'm about to serve her down
I told her, teacher don't send me to the office
I won't go, I'll hit the block and make the profit
Chasing cheese, I call it cow I want the cuttage
You boys, I hope you get it cause I got it
I want more money than I ever thought of
[?] told me get 'em, so I got 'em
Flip, stick, the plug i gotta rob 'em
Sip, too much purple I got a problem
We speedin', we racin' I thought you would have caught up
But you are just chasing and we ain't sure you follow
Wheres the champagne, I'm tryna drown a model
She's giving me brain I knew that she would swallow
[Hook: Jay Whiss]
On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race
Chasing paper you can see it in my face
I put all these gas b**hes in their place
Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace
I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day
I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate
I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe
I ain't tripping I got too much on the way